Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.